A bike. Made of flowers.

Bad breath. I have a toothbrush and paste at work so I can immediately fix it if I even think my breath might be funky.

I don’t want to go.

I chop up a potato and throw it in a bowl with water and microwave it for 10 min. Then, I fry them in a pan with either butter or olive oil. When they’re almost done, I crack open 2 eggs on top and mix it all together.

Top with ketchup. So good.

Romanians. Gypsies.

On a trip to Iceland, was hiking with my mom. I see a spot I want a photo in so I hand her my phone and trek out there. It was a small outcropping at the same height of the trail, overlooking some gulleys. Others had been out there because there was a worn path.

I’m standing out there for my photo, and some wind blows through. It picked me up off my feet. Like, I was weightless and severed from the ground for a few seconds.

I knew in that moment I was going to die. The wind would carry me over the edge and down to the gully below. Luckily, it didn’t last long enough to do that, and dropped me back on my feet, but I was so close to death, I could feel it.

People, the Icelandic wind is no joke. There was no uptick to warn me, no dirt or grass or whatever whipping around. It wasn’t A windy day. It was just no wind, then sudden wind strong enough able to pick up a 190lb woman clear off the earth.

I kept to the main trail after that.

Part one: Brain fog

Part two: Post brain fog

Who were the good guys then?

Common, I want to see you type it out.